Tom Ramcigam (magicmarmot) wrote,
Tom Ramcigam
magicmarmot

It's Friday, in the last few minutes before the work-week ends. I am smorfed in a Vicodin haze, about ready to crawl into a multi-ton beast of rubber and steel and gasoline and bump and grind my way home amongst the drivers of more fragile cake-eater vehicles, yet I have no fear, for my steel is sturdier than their plastic.

Tonight shall be minutely festive, I think. I feel a little celebratory, happy or something akin. I don't have anyplace to go or anyone to go there with, so the darkness shall be my companion.

Let me know if there is something special.
Tags: mischief
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